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[the_antiangst]

(OOM: musings in Angel's notebook)

Angel inna bar. By the fireplace, with a mug of tea and a notebook. He's not so much writing anything as making notes and amendments to what's already there.

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[smallangryangel.livejournal.com]

*The door explodes!

Not really. But an angel bursts through it, and grins maniacally at no one in particular.*

I'm HUNGRY!

For BLOOOOOOD!

*after a moment, to the Bar* Or a cheeseburger. Thanks, buddy.

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[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

Thursday's sitting on a stool, watching her hand. There's something about her hand that is apparently really, really bothering her.

It's her wedding ring.

The ring blinks into existence for a moment, is there long enough to sparkle in the light just enough for her to smile at it, and then vanishes once again.

"Poor Land," sighs Thursday. "He must be getting quite a headache going in and out like this."

OOC: The mun couldn't help it, after talking a while about eradication.

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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

*Crowley's in the bar, at a table slightly more... secluded than his usual. For all that he looks to be in a bit of a quiet mood, he's relatively cheerful.

Also, he has two small horns drawn on his forehead in blue pen, of which he does not seem to be aware. Perhaps somebody should tell him*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael halts just inside the door of the bar and stretches, then heads over the the bar, collecting a bottle of Atlantean and a pair of glasses before heading to join Crowley*

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[geeky-agent.livejournal.com]

Chris goes down to the bar. Before she can place her order, an envelope with her name on it appears on the bar.

She opens it and reads the letter inside. Confused, she looks around and notices her father talking to Elaine and Chloe.

She walks over to them.

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[clumsy_auror]

[In Bernard and Tonks' flat: Order Of the Phoenix Meeting]

Movin' out!

[gone_byebye]

Shortly after this conversation, Ray gets up from his table, the butcher paper rolled up and stashed under one arm. Looking a good deal happier than anyone's seen him look recently- and that takes some doing- he heads upstairs for a while, then returns long enough to fetch his things from the cloakroom. In between pulling on his pack, goggles, and the like, he finds the time to scribble down a couple of notes.

( The first one is addressed to the Flash. )

( The next is addressed to Eska Smith. )

After the second note is finished, both are entrusted to the Bar's care, although the second is taped to a roll of butcher paper on which many things have been scribbled. He then turns about, grinning like a monkey, and heads off in search of Romana.

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[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

[[OOM: Clarice's first night upstairs. Includes musings on Hannibal Lecter.]]

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[morgue-matron.livejournal.com]

OOM: In Natalie's Room - Natalie and Van Helsing Figure Out a Few Things

Breakfast in Bed

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard's sleeping in again.

^_^

Happy Easter to all who celebrate it.

*throws chocolate eggs to all*

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[gemedet-loved.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Aitrus Returns to D'ni in Search of His Wife and Son. There Are Complications.]

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

Lady Death floats in from the front doors and heads to the counter. Trotting along behind her is one of her Hellhounds.

She orders a glass of mead, and turns to look around the room.

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[fast-as-flash.livejournal.com]

Wally is sitting on a bar stool, eating some candy. It is, after all, Easter in Milliways... and how can he miss an excuse to have sugar?

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[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

On recieving Ray's note, Eska smiles to herself. He certainly seems excited, and she can't help but hope he brings back some interesting books.

Receiving the note reminds her of someone she had intended to talk to, and she leaves a note of her own.

( Addressed to Mistress Moiraine )

She orders herself an ale and heads to her usual chair by the fire, feeding the trilobites and settling down with Ray's notes to try and make sense of them.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara walks down the stairs, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. She hadn't slept very well the night before.

When she seats herself at the bar, an envelope appears with her name on it.

After reading the contents, she sits there, horrified.

My god...I was right...

She looks around frantically. "Tony? TONY!"

[ooc: Mun will be joining family for Easter-ish celebrations in an hour or so.]

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[nita_callahan]

OOM: Kim continues to be maternal at Nita (all together now -- awww), and Nita sleeps. Badly.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim Wanders out from the staff wing, whistling happily.*

Ah Milliways ona sunday, peace at last.

*And he takes his seat witha cup of tea.*

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_driscoll/]

Erin is in the bar, indulging in an old addiction love: coffee, glorious coffee. She is quite ignorant of the drama that's going down with a certain former CTU agent., but your pup is free to tell her about it--that is, if you want to run the risk of having an Erin involved in the plot.

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[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

*Clarice gets up late, wincing at the bright sunshine coming in through the window. She must have forgotten to draw the curtains last night. She slips on her shoes, rakes her fingers through her hair-- she needs to find a brush and some toothpaste, somehow-- and, grabbing her jacket and her gun, heads downstairs. She spies the front door, the one she came in through, and walks over to it; takes a deep breath, pulls it open ...

... and is drenched in sunlight.

It's a beautiful day outside: a gentle breeze is blowing through the trees, and the grass is green and fresh even at this hour. The lake, as she saw out her window upstairs, is probably still sparkling in the light.

Fuck.

FuckfuckfuckFUCK.

Clarice heaves an enormous sigh. So she's stuck.*

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith inna bar, inna booth. Eating.

Come say hi.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Bigby walks into a bar.*

Ouch. *Rimshot*

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wanders in in a better mood than he's been seen by just about anyone previously, carrying a large basket. With a smile, he places the basket on the bar. If one was to look inside, they'd see a good quantity of chocolate eggs inside.

"For the kids...and anyone who'd like one. For the holiday." He tells the bar with a smile and a pat, "Happy Easter, Bar."

And then he heads to a table and sits, Ivanhoe bringing his usual a moment later.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

[OOC: If your pup received a letter from Tony and you want to get briefly involved in the plot of DOOOOM, feel free to comment.]

Looking at the small list of names he's compiled, Ryan begins looking for other people who may have received a letter from Tony.

(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is in the bar bearing chocolate. He would love to share it with anyone who will come and talk to him.

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

There is a Mordred in the bar.

At the bar, even. And in a fairly good mood.

Beware.

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Bigby takes Nick to visit the kids inside the House of Arch.]

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

The door to the bar swings open and in walk Karr. Still temporarily in human form, he happens to wander past the bar, where a letter suddenly appears. He glances around, then takes the letter, swiftly reading through it. Raising an eyebrow, he stuff it in his pocket, then switches back to his usual form. It's good to be a car again.

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[feel-the-tide.livejournal.com]

Look, it's Anamaria in the bar! Haven't seen her for a while, have you?

For some reason, she's wearing a playboy bunny outfit, complete with fishnet tights and bunny ears. She doesn't look too excited about it, either. At least she looks good in it, though.

Does anyone want to come poke at the reluctant pirate bunny?

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[macleod_connor]

Connor comes into the bar from the lake door, sword tucked behind his arm. He wanders over to the bar and places the sword on it gently, asking her to hold it for him like every morning, and orders coffee as he takes a seat at the bar, peering around at whomever happens to be around.

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna wanders through the front door and takes a seat at the bar. Voice raspy, she orders a tall glass of water and sips it leisurely as she looks around. Her clothes are torn and streaked with mud. It is fairly obvious that she has recently been in a fight, and judging by the smile on her face, walked away the victor.*

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[mogget_cat]

*Yrael slinks into the bar. As he passes the doorframe, a headband with a pair of white bunny-ears appear on his head. Yrael, not one to like something suddenly around his head, yowls and claws at them, trying to get them off, but he cannot quite reach them no matter how hard he tries. After a few moments of fruitless struggle, Yrael gives up and merely glares at the Bar. The Bar manages to out-smug the not'cat as he stalks towards his normal place on top of the bar.*

*He rubs against a napkin dispenser, trying to use it as leverage against the infernal bunny ears.*

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[blue_ajah]

*The air near the bar shimmers and parts, and Moiraine appears. She accepts her customary cup of tea along with some fruit and cheese, and takes everything to her usual table.*

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[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Miss Susan is sitting at a table, surrounded by children's exercise books, which she is carefully going through with a red pen. Derry is with her, in a baby carrier on the table, and currently fast asleep. She's looking particularly school teacher-y today.

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[thecoolone]

( upstairs )

Well, it's not the first meeting he's missed and it won't be the last. But sitting alone upstairs is no solution: perhaps he'll have that discussion with Professor Dumbledore after all. It feels like years have passed rather than mere months since he's seen him.

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[lyingismostfun.livejournal.com]

Alice walks out of the guest quarters and makes her way over to the bar.

"Coffee and a pack of cigarettes."

Both appear. She lights a cigarette and takes a drink of the coffee, waiting for.....who knows.

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[agirllost]

Kim walks downstairs. She looks a little pale but at least she managed to sleep last night. Still, she needs coffee.

She orders the coffee and tries to decide what she might want to eat.

The coffee appears and with it is an envelope.

Kim's confused and doesn't recognize the handwriting. She opens the envelope and finds a letter.

She reads the first paragraph, not sure who this is from and then the truth becomes increasingly clear.

You just don’t need someone like me in your life. I’m sorry. I'm unBound. I'm going home. By the time you read this letter I will have committed suicide. Tony.

"No," she whispers. Just like her dreams, like what she couldn't stop and it was all her fault and if she wasn't there he'd still be alive and she couldn't stop him, couldn't stop it, couldn't stop it, couldn't stop it...

Her eyes widen and her skin feels like she just jumped into a frozen lake. Hands tingling, her head feels weird, the Bar's spinning, light-headed, nauseated and she wants to scream but makes no sound as she falls to her knees.

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[balletmistress.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

*The door opens, and a Giry steps in, her face set and blank.

Where better than the end of the universe to go as a last resort?*

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[sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com]

Boromir finishes his first shift washing dishes in the kitchens and comes out to the main bar. He sits cross-legged on the floor and takes out a small dagger and a few blocks of wood. He starts carving, and as he goes it becomes apparent he is making small toy animals: a bear, a magestic horse, an eagle, even a dragon.

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara's back inna bar. Still very worried and looking for anyone with information about a guy whose name starts with a T and ends with a Y.

The why really will be the kicker.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_righthandman_/]

Chase heads down to the bar for a quick drink, having returned from a jog around the lake. "Coke, please?"

The bar, instead of presenting him with a soda, gives him an envelope instead. Chase frowns. "What the..."

He opens the envelope and reads the contents, narrowing his eyes. "Well, that's nice of him," he murmurs, but his secret-agent intuition is telling him that something is not at all right.

Oh, hell. Please tell me this is not what I think it is.

Fitting the pieces together in his mind, he dashes off to find help.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_ryo_oh_ki/]

At Play in the Fields of Carrots.
The Cabbit enters

Easter is so bland

[bamfs.livejournal.com]

HApPy MUlTi-cOlOrEd
BUnNy EGgS DaY!

Dinner with the Forsaken

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Rhalen Lyngar and Jasin Natael are sitting at a table chatting. Rhalen, a beautiful man in a white silk robe, is eating some grilled shrimp. Asmodean is looking rather ill, and is eating a plate of steamed vegetables. Both are sipping red wine. The bard did not seem especially conversational. He had to watch what he said so as to not inform Rhalen of the future.

It is not every day that you get a chance to meet two of the Forsaken over dinner.

[OOC: This is the entrance for both Rhalen and Asmodean.]

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

As he's not feeling quite so nauseous today as he was yesterday, Jack drags himself out of bed and heads down to the bar, planning to make his trip a quick one. Just grab something to eat, then head back up to his room.

However when he enters the bar he spots something that makes his stomach do an unpleasant dip: Kim sitting at a booth, he eyes wide and staring, her face pale, Ryan and Chase kneeling next to her looking concerned. She looks shell-shocked, and he knows something awful must have happened. His heart pounding, he runs over to her.

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[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail...

Anakin emerges from the House of Arch, ears still firmly affixed to his head. He is carrying the basket of candy. He looks to be in a far better mood than yesterday because a night of making like bunnies will do that to you. He settles down at a table and waits.

(no subject)

[thunderbird-1.livejournal.com]

*Scott's at the bar, snacking on jellybeans. He looks very relieved to be back*

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon is in the bar. He would turn around and walk right back out, but since it's a holiday, he's allowed -just this once-. Plus his grades are a little better.

So instead, he looks around for someone to talk to.

(OOC: Behold the beauty of the icons made by Saph!)

[no-more-chianti.livejournal.com]

*Some time after asking Bigby for a job, Clarice is back in the bar, in search of dinner. And, more importantly, pajamas and basic toiletries. She takes a seat at a table near the bar, looking around for someone who is a) familiar, or b) approachable.

However, her people-watching is interrupted: Clarice hears a loud POP in her ears and is blinded by a flash of light. When things return to normal, she gets the sense that things have not, in fact, returned to normal. She feels oddly naked, and realizes that her blouse and slacks have been replaced by a skimpy powder-blue Playboy Bunny outfit, complete with fishnets, tail, and ears. She tries to tug the ears off, but they won't budge. Clarice leaps to her feet.*

What the hell?

*Yes, she has fallen victim to the Easter Bunny Epidemic.*

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[cassandra-cain.livejournal.com]

Once again, Cassandra was in the bar. She was wearing a shirt with a bat on it and normal black pants. She looked fairly normal today. Not in her training gear and all.

Currently, though, she was staring at the object that the Bar had given her for some reason. She hadn't even ordered anything, either. She had merely sat down at one of the stools and the Bar had it appear for her. It was a black headband with bunny ears. It matched her black attire, too.

Right now, she poked at it while wondering what it was and why the Bar was giving it to her.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[ OOM: 24-Plot: Nobody said suicide was painless. Warning for extreme violence. ]

(no subject)

[tim-drake.livejournal.com]

Robin inna bar, folks. He's been a bit busy with school and training, but he finally managed to find time to come to Milliways. Or Milliways found him, whichever way it was, really.

And upon asking for a milkshake, he was given a milkshake and...a Peep? You know, those fluffy, sugary candies that were usually yellow, pink, or purple and were shaked like chicks? Yes, that. Only it was green and red. Like the Bar was trying to tell him something or cracking a joke.

"...What have I done to deserve this," Robin grumbled as he eyed the green and red Peep.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

Ryan sees Chase pull Tony through the door into the bar. He looks over and is stunned by how deathly pale he is.

He leaves without saying anything. He has to find a healer, quick.

[OOC: Moiraine only please.]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Well, look at that. It's a Cuthbert.

Specifically, it's a Cuthbert at the bar, eating a hamburger.

(no subject)

[jedipilot.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Jaina’s datapad entry from earlier in the day.)

Jaina sits in a corner booth towards the back of the bar, sipping slowly at her Corellian Ale. She doesn’t meet the eyes of any of the patrons, staring at the table top instead. She’s trying to calm her shaken spirits, but she’s not really succeeding. She hopes it doesn’t show.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland has been working outside. His shoulders ache. It's a good ache.

And after stowing his sword upstairs, he comes down, requests the lamb special and a glass of wine, and takes it to a booth to eat.

(no subject)

[wesknowsbetter.livejournal.com]

Wes loiters with a briefcase. He's still suit jacket-less, but his tie is back.

He's got lots of pens.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks into the bar as usual, but stops mid-stride. Her usual clothes have been changed into an outfit the likes of which she hasn't seen. A black leotard-like suit covers her top half, along with long black silky gloves. Her legs are covered in white tights, and on her bum is a poofy cottontail. Her hair is down, and a pair of bunny ears attached to her head. Swearing, she looks in a mirror and stares, muttering to herself. "Force. At least I'm not Leia."

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*at some point after the slowtimed thread in the HoA, Snow and the kids enter Milliways. Snow notes the Easter specials with a grin. Because, chocolate binging day*

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Sometime after all this, Andrew comes back downstairs.*

*And sees a Giry.*

*Uh oh.*



*He watches for a moment, then cautiously inches closer to try to hear what's going on.*

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[sai_delgado]

She has kept to her room for a day, playing with Joanie -- and Milton and Nuphar, as well -- and reading over the book of tales the bar had provided. She does not realize that more than one day has slipped by her, as it happens.

Susan knows, however, that she could all too easily fall into a habit like those of the first days; and so, this evening, she goes downstairs again and curls up on the couch with hot chocolate.

(no subject)

[the_antiangst]

Angel inna bar. He's puzzling over the notebook again, but at a table this time.
This may have something to do with his choice of footwear on the night; hey, he's got to get used to the heels again somehow.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He still does not have bunny ears. He's becoming dreadfully concerned, however, that in payment his favorite vest is permanently embroidered. While he can live with that, well, he did like the plain green.

He does have his lyranthe, and is working on fingerings carefully.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

OOM: Nita. . . doesn't exactly dream

(no subject)

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

Baldrick bounces into the bar, list of tonight’s specials in his hand. He attaches it to the noticeboard.

hEllo evry1!

hapY eeSter! ive cooKed sum tradiTionle eastRe fuud!

in futuer I wiLL sumtiMes be folOwing a thEEm of food for nAtionAl dayz 4 eaRth countriez. if you’ve got any reQuessts 4 thEEmd dinnrEs 4 non-earTh lands or othre theemeD fuud dayz, plz konTact teh kiTchin staf.

baldRick

2nite’s speshiAls:

stArtres:
Russian Easter Bread, served with cold meats and cheese
Greek Cheese and Honey Tart

mAin courssEs:
Leg of Lamb stuffed with Feta and Greens
Good Friday Fish Pie
Stuffed Veal Breast
4 vegretariAns: Roast Potatoes with Garlic, Lemon and Oregano, with Mixed Green Salad

deSerts:
Hot Cross Buns
Easter Trifle


He hangs around to take orders.

Just Passing Through...

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Tony is found after attempting suicide in his apartment.]

Jack re-enters the bar, then hurries up the stairs to change his bloodstained clothes before heading to Tony's room.

(no subject)

[i-miss-eddie.livejournal.com]

Columbia walks downstairs and sits in her normal spot at the bar. Come talk to her. She's friendly!

(no subject)

[scourgeofpiracy.livejournal.com]

The Commodore is in Milliways again. It's been a while. Come say hi.

(no subject)

[youalleverybody.livejournal.com]

Liam inna bar. No dodo today, alas.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones likes Sundays. They are always extra relaxing.

It's true that every other day is relaxing as well, with little else to do but read, watch TV, play video games, and banter with his room mate. But Sundays are distinctly different, given the actual justification for rest. His languor is guiltless on these days.

True to form, Indy mosies downstairs in a most laid back manner this evening, but there's a hint irritation behind his eyes. His quiet, unproductive day on the couch had been incessantly disturbed by Mike's griping. The turtle had been quite furious about the total lack of Easter candy he'd received.

Given recent adventures, Indy was of no mind to actively seek any sweets to placate his friend. Instead, he arrives in the bar for a few beers and a break from the melodrama.

Chuckling at the plague of Easter bunnies patrolling the premises, he finds an empty stool and settles in.